what I'd do when my son gets sick. I mean really sick. Erupting sick.
Apparently nothing.
I kind of just stared and thought "Well, we aren't stopping to get sour cream for dinner now."
Poor guy.
Unsuccessfully suppressing my gag reflex, I cleaned him (and surrounding area) up as best I could, bundled him up tight, scooped up his sobbing self into my arms and headed home.
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